A molten glare pierces through the window,
The sun castigates, ignoring my plea.
Laughter shatters my silent reverie:
Children dart like rabbits so far below,
Scampering, ignorant of hawks to come,
Shadows to blot out the sky, as I know-
Blue sky betrays a grey, present even so.
The clock chimes noon as faceless time stays numb.
Adrift, awash amid our own debris
Swim through flotsam against a tide too strong.
Anger flowers, filling limbs dead so long,
I know what I do, from the breach I flee.
The door is closed and closed it must remain:
Window and glare gone, instead a light rain.
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